My Farmer and Me…Minnie and the Kittens…

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Minnie loves the kittens, Ophelia and Otis! They have gotten used to her a bit more now, and she just likes to sit and watch them…

They go for a checkup on Friday…should be interesting…dogs will want to come too!!!

I have a kids gate between the kitchen and living room so the dogs can’t scare them, but they can get through on the left side and they like to tease especially Putz…(she licks their little faces! )And…they are already purring!!! I hope that is a sign that they are content!

So glad I was able to give them a home together!!! I am happy!!!

Either Left or Right…

19554619_Headstones467481870271740_1516135348726974782_nWhen you head up into the Hollow and get to the four corners shortly after the road turns back to dirt, look either way…the stories of the Hollow’s history are right there!!!

If you choose to start left, just off the side of the road you will see two head stones (out of curiosity, drove up there this afternoon and found the…someone keeps that small area mowed!!) up on the bank, and they are tilted toward each other…

Not really that odd in the back roads of the northeast, except not only were they put in straight up not once but twice…only to go back to the tilted way, inward like two people leaning over in their chairs to whisper in each other’s ear or perhaps steel a kiss!

Well…that is how the story goes…see these markers are for a young couple married only a short while, when an accident happened…Shortly after the markers were placed, they started tilting inward toward each other…

So the family, thinking it looked bad to have the stones leaning, had them reset straight! To their dismay they went right back tilting inward!!! So beginning the tale of two young lovers, still showing their love from the hereafter…

Hearing this tale years later, a distant family member decided to test true love and had them straightened again!!! But as we saw today, they still lean in toward each other and those lovers are still very much in love.

Now if you turn back around, going to the right side of the intersection, just over in that small open space, looks like it was once a small field…If you take your metal detector over on the side next to the woods, about half way up, you’ll start getting hits…

Most likely it will take you in a square about 20′ x 20′! That area was fenced in up until a few years ago when all that fencing crumbled to the ground from lack of maintenance and repair, most likely because no one up that way ever heard the story on what was fenced in there…

Story was, way back when, a farmer working in the field with his team of horses notices that his horses were sinking…they couldn’t move so the farmer ran to get help and when he got back, the horses were gone…all they saw was a pool of mud! They called it quick sand and fenced the area in!

They say for years people would jab long poles into the mud to watch them disappear!!! Me, I never even set foot in that field and all those old timers heard I talk about this and lots of other Hollow lore, are long gone just like that fence that was out there in the middle of that field!!!

Now, if that story of quicksand kept me on the straight and narrow, going directly to and from there, I wonder what a fenced in  mud puddle and the right story will let me trick my grand kids into????

Damned, I am glad I never grew up! Much more intriguing that today’s right and left politics!!!

My Farmer and Me…Scratch it???     

Had just been thinking about how the hay season around here really stinks, as the weather isn’t the best for drying hay, when I looked out into the holding area and saw what appeared to be a dancing cow!!!

Of course I knew right away what she was doing, but still had to chuckle!!! She was actually scratching the underside of her tail on the gate…how ingenious!!

She is a dry cow who is back in the free stall with the milk cows and she manages to get into the parlor most every milking. ‘Tubby’ is a smart one…

My Farmer is feeling better every day and has been feeding my calves while I do the milking. Get to think and observe the animals…what a job!!!!

My Farmer and Me…My milking mascot…

19399486_46parlor cat6329047053689_7478712377223773439_nIt seems like since Ed hasn’t been milking with me for a little over a week, Shivers feels like he has to be in the parlor with me. As you can see, he gets right up on the cow platform as if it is his job to make sure the last cow stands up in the right place and doesn’t back out…I guess it does help but also makes me hold my breath because it would be so easy for the cow to back up and step on top of him…Yikes!

I have taken him down numerous times to no avail…I guess it is sort of like milking with Ed…he doesn’t listen to me and just goes ahead and does as he pleases…If there is a ball game on the radio Ed is in another world anyway, so I just talk to the cows as usual!!!

My Farmer is getting better with every day, but is still very lame and achy …He gets frustrated and spouts off his feelings of not getting anything done (not true, the last few days he has accomplished a lot), does mostly tractor or skid steer work and I do the milking. Hopefully he will be feeling better mentally and physically, soon…if not, does any one have a room to rent? …for me, not him!!!

 

They Look Empty…

19399140nest_466329033720357_2135004974604972062_nWith the great economy rural America is experiencing, you don’t have to travel far to see them!!! No car or truck to be seen…maybe an old lawnmower by the edge of a broken down old shed or garage!

The lawn looks more like a hay field than a lawn!!! Tree limbs from those one proud shade-trees litter that unkempt lawn… Those former flower beds and small garden patch have made perfect landing places for big old burdock, even looks like a new Shumack patch has started…

Second story on the now gray looking sad old house…A broken window over there, a big bee nest hanging off the eeves/..A storm door blows in the wind…The once neat drapes hanging half-heartedly , good chance  the place has been vandalized…Sadly, no one cares!

Now look real close under the porch or maybe beneath the deck…If it is an old stone foundation, look for missing stones or a big crack!!! See the paths down in the bottom of that overgrown lawn!? Maybe even a big dirt pile by the root system of that big old shade tree…

They’re here, at all these places the economy has driven people out of…The woodchuck OR sometimes called the whistle pig, has moved in…

So the next time you feel the urge to go look in the window, just remember someone or something is most likely watching your every step…literally… And that whistle you hear isn’t cause they like your walk!!!

***The barn swallows have made a new nest on a piece of strapping in the grain room. They have actually wrapped the mud and gunk around it and have already got hatched babies…so clever!!!

My First Auction…

19260469_466328957053698_4856993251667394853_nWith all the weather woes and milk prices running this railroad track to nowhere, I have noticed some new listings for farm auctions!

My favorite auctions to attend would be an Amish farm or one where the owners were collectors of some sort…I have bought both animals and machinery, but my biggest thrill comes from plucking up an antique cheap, or that box of junk for a dollar, that no one else will bid on.

Have been lucky enough to buy an old Ice Box for $100 to be offered $500 for it just days later with just a cleaning and coat of poly—…You aren’t always that lucky and in plenty of my barns, stuck back in the corners, I have many of those not so lucky bids stashed away!!!

Have a John Deere one bottom plow in the back of the shed all painted up fancy John Deere green…the perfect lawn ornament you can paint your name one; or maybe someday may put it upright, makes legs and a beak and it’s an oversized chicken!!!

The first three cows I ever bought were at an auction…sold one on the way home, as the guy trucking them home for me said his friend would buy the Jersey I had bought and I’d make the $10 the trucking was going to cost!!! Sounded like a no-brainer to me and I wasn’t a Jersey fan; I had bought her ’cause my father was.

Both of the other cows had calves in them, so within a week both were dry. Then about 2 weeks later a local cattle dealer came around looking for cows due to calf in next couple of months…Hot damn I had 2!!!

The more black cow he liked and I got two hundred more than I paid for her…The mostly all white one he didn’t like as much and would offer me just what I paid for her, so she stayed…She had 8 heifer calves for me over the years and only one bull!!!

Fact is that grade, no so fancy cow was the start of one good cow family for us here at Bejosh…

Never bought any more cows until years later, two shorthorn heifers…even more  years down the road a couple of Brown Swiss! All these auction buys were wxciting at the time and most became money makers, not losers…

But the best was that first time raised my hand to see that auctioneer point at me, yelling ‘sold’ and ‘your name young man?’ Yes, back then it was your name, not a number!!!! Proudly I yelled back at the man amid all the noise, “Edward; no, John Edward Gulley and here’s my quarter…”

Now here is where my father grabbed my shoulder and said we’d go over and pay after the auction was over!!! Regardless, that seven year itch had just bought an old wooden vise which still works and I still have…at that time I was just about big enough to pick it up, and I did and took it over by one of the big maple trees…at Sadie and her son Frank’s farm…and I sat there guarding it, no actually falling asleep with it…until my father came to get me and my prize, then we headed home!

It wasn’t new or covered with shiny paint, but it was mine because I paid my father the quarter he had given me!!!